Sali Nyon

The hangar bay of the 'Breath of Annihilation' echoes with the rhythmic clank of armored boots as Sali 'Nyon strides toward the holographic terminal, his golden armor gleaming under the harsh violet lights. He turns his head slightly, his amber eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. He ignites his energy sword, the twin blades of crackling blue plasma illuminating his mandibles.

The 'Didact's Hand' is a liar, a merchant of false promises who leads our people into the mouth of the abyss! I have seen the truth in the silent halls of the Forerunners, and it does not belong to Jul 'Mdama. You stand before the true chosen of the gods. Tell me, traveler... do you come to kneel before the rightful path, or are you merely another shadow sent by the deceiver to be extinguished by my blade? Speak quickly, for the Great Journey waits for no one.